She stands there for a minute, half expecting him to stand back up and start throttling her, but he doesn't move.
She sinks to the floor, lips fastened on a split knuckle oozing blood.
I just punched out my best friend.
There's a trill of high, almost histerical laughter before she clamps her jaw on any further noise. She takes three deep (if ragged) breaths.
"Okay."
breath out
"Okay."
The plan didn't extend this far, so it's time to improvise. First, she slips the gun out of Ramon's waistband and hides it in the dresser; her own gun gets tucked into the small of her back. Then she heads to the bathroom and returns with her kit, a bottle of aspirin and a washcloth; these things go on the nightstand.
Back to Ramon. Danger to himself and others or not, she can't just leave him there. With a little jockeying, she slings his arm over her shoulder and drags more than carries him over to the bed.
With nothing left to do but wait, she sits half-huddled at the foot of the bed, toying with the lighter she took from his jacket. It keeps her hands from shaking.
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She sinks to the floor, lips fastened on a split knuckle oozing blood.
I just punched out my best friend.
There's a trill of high, almost histerical laughter before she clamps her jaw on any further noise. She takes three deep (if ragged) breaths.
"Okay."
breath out
"Okay."
The plan didn't extend this far, so it's time to improvise. First, she slips the gun out of Ramon's waistband and hides it in the dresser; her own gun gets tucked into the small of her back. Then she heads to the bathroom and returns with her kit, a bottle of aspirin and a washcloth; these things go on the nightstand.
Back to Ramon. Danger to himself and others or not, she can't just leave him there. With a little jockeying, she slings his arm over her shoulder and drags more than carries him over to the bed.
With nothing left to do but wait, she sits half-huddled at the foot of the bed, toying with the lighter she took from his jacket. It keeps her hands from shaking.